From space, Malachor seems no more than a lifeless ball of ash. In the center of an open crater, however, lies the ancient Sith Temple. This colossal pyramid of black stone is the relic of a disastrous battle between the forces of darkness and light thousands of years ago.

Though the surface of Malachor has a breathable atmosphere, the air is dead still, and there is no sign of life. The caldera housing the Temple is a tableau of the terrible struggle that took place here so many millennia ago. Scattered through the causeways and crumbling boulders are the petrified figures of the foregone combatants, their hands raised eternally against whatever cataclysm took the life from their bodies. Some still grasp their Jedi weapons, though most likely the life is gone from them too. The pallid white light of the sun spreads unhindered through the crater, but it does little to illumine the intrinsic darkness of the stones.

The Sith Temple is not a place of the light side. It is said the very stones react to the touch of the dark side. The pyramid itself is seemingly inaccessible, though its blocked entrance is associated with an old saying: “Two must lift these stones, no more, no less.” Despite its undeniable age, the crater is littered with signs of a more recent calamity; ash and debris, columns toppled outwards from the Temple, broken arches. It is as though the millennial dust stirred, briefly, then returned to its repose under the sun.

Dralin scowled as he wandered about Malachor looking for the right configuration of petrified figures. Someone had been commanding a lot of time in his visions, and he did not want to keep avoiding the confrontation as he had been as his ship was low on fuel. He had been to six different planets to avoid this person, but it seemed they were intent on following him. After several minutes of searching he found the spot where he was supposed to be jumped. The Battlemaster turned to where his attacker was supposed to come from.

"Get out here you fraking stalker," Dralin swore, testy that he was forced out of his ship to deal with this.

A calm chuckle came from behind one of the ruined buildings near by, and a figure steped forth. The man was a Kiffar with red dreadlocks, wearing Brotherhood Inquisitor Armor and a Jedi Hunter robe. In his left gloved hand was a datapad. Dralin hesitated, momentarily confused. He shook himself out of it, after a second.

"You know about me I take it?" Dralin probed.

"It happens when you have stolen an Inquisition dossier on a target," the Kiffar replied with a wide smile. "Oh, I already know your name Dralin, so let me introduce myself. I'm Tisto. Seems the dossier was right about your ability to see the future. I was half worried I would have to board your ship to make sure to test you out."

"I assume you aren't an inquisitor based on the statement you stole the dossier there," Dralin probed again, eyes narrowed.

"Nope. Just someone who wants to make sure people are ready for the collective," Tisto replied. "it just so happens my way of keeping people prepared is assault and battery. But, well you stopped the ambush. Good job. Using the future to plan for the present. I like it. But, well now neither of us knows whats going to go down. But, well I have a dossier on you and your abilities, so the fight is still hardly fair. You got what, a premonition of me beating you unconscious? Good stuff I suppose."

"I remember the collective well. So while I am glad you think people should be ready for when we hear something about them again," Dralin smiled. "I'm hardly a person who needs a reminder."

"Dralin Fortea," Tisto read. "former Tarentum spy, master manipulator, hates leaving his ship. Connected to many organizations that help free people. Interesting for a Sith. I really need to thank the Inquisition one of these days. When they stop hunting me."

The Human grimaced. He had been hoping to talk his future assailant down, but that damn dossier was getting in his way. Wordlessly he called upon the Force, flinging his hand forward as Tisto continued to scan the dossier. The Kiffar was knocked back into a petrified statue, the dossier hitting the ground causing the screen to crack.

"Good shot," the Kiffar coughed from the floor.

Tisto shot up, flinging a handful of dust from the floor at Dralin. As the Human instictively moved to cover his face, Tisto slammed an elbow into the Humans stomach in an attempt to move behind him.

"I'm going to make sure you are ready Dralin!"